burn the blinds
crack the walls
even the glass
is too much here
the breaking red promise of spring
waits for no completion date
and calls
ready, ready?
entertain the nest builders
as they wrestle up their homes
their children will cheer your children
without asking, as is right
discuss the sun with reluctant buds
who have yet to make the acquaintance
surely you have a story
of turning your face
they should know
dance the dead brush until it all but burns
laugh through each twirl and stamp
that sends what was and gone
through one more turn
to life, to life
burn the blinds
crack the walls
belittle the paper, the bells and your shoes
ignore the doorway, disappear as your choosing
polish the glass no more